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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Can,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.