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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.