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 Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.