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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.