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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.