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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.