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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.