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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.