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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.