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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Nas,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.