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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.