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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.