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 Oman 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.