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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.