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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.