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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.