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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.