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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.