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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Television,
Can,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.