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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
June Days,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
ABC,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.