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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
New Order,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.