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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.