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 Portugal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.