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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.