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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.