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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
The Victims,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.