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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.