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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.