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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.