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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.