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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.