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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.