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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.