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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.