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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.