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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.