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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.