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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.