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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.