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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
The Standells,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.