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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mandrill 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.