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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.