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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.