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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.