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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
New Order,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.