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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.