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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.