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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.