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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.