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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.