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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.