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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.