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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.