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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.