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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.