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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.