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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Pylon,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.