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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.