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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.