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 Belgium and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
JFA,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.