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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.