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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.