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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.