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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.