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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
10cc,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.