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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.