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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Organ to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.