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 Cameroon 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.