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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.