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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.