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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.