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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.