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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.