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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.