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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.