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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.