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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.