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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.