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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.