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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.