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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.