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 Nauru 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.