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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.