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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Mars,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.