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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 The Sonics 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.