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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.