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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.