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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.