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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.