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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.