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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.