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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.