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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Television,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.