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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.