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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.