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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.