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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
MC5,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.