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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.