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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.