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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.