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 Greece 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.