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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.