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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.