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 Romania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.