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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.