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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Q65,
Unwound,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.