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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.