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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.