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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Qualms,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.