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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Nico,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.