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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.