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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
UT,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.