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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.