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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.