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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.