Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.