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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.