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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.