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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.