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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
X-101,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.