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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.