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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.