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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.