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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Associates,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.