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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.