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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.