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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.