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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.