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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.