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 Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.