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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.