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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.