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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Liliput,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.