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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.