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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.