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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.