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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.