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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.