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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.