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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.