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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Qualms,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.