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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.