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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.