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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.