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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.