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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.