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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.