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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.