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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.