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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Gong,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.