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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Quantec,
Can,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.