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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.