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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Crime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.