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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.