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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Index,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.