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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.