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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.