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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.