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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.