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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.