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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Swans,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.