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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.