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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
ABC,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.