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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.