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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.