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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.