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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.