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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.