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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.