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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.