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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.