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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.