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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.