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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Organ,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.