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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.