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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.