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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.