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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.