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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Smiths,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Can,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.