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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Faust,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Standells,
MDC,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.