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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.