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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.