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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.