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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.