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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.