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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.