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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.