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 Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.