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 Peru 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.