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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.