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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.