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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.