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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.