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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
10cc,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.