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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.