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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.