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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.