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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.