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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.