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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.