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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.