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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.