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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.