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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.