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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.