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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.