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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.