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 India and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.