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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.