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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.