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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.