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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Swans,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.