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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Crime to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.