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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
10cc,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.