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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.