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 Togo and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Television,
Index,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.