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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.