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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.