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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.