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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
cv313,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.