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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.