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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.