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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.