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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.