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 France and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.