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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Nas,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.