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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.