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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.