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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.