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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.