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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Yaz,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.