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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Index,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.