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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Qualms,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Human League,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.