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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.