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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
the Swans,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.