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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Franke to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.