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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.