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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.