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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.