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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.