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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.