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 Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Scion,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
X-101,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.