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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.