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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.