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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.