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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.