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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.