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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
ABC,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.