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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.