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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.