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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.