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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Kayak,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.