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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.