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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.