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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Gong,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.