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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Urselle,
EPMD,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.