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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.