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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.