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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.