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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Index,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.