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 Luxembourg 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.