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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.