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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.