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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.