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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Darondo,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Nico,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.