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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Q65,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.