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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.