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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Can,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.