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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.