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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Inner City,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.