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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.