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 Russia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.