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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.