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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Franke,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.