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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Fear,
Index,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.