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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.