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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.