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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.