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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.