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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.