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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.