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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Ludus,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.