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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.