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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.