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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
The Names,
Mars,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.