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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.