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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 808 and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.