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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.