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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.