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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.