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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
June Days,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.