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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.