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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
cv313,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.