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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Cluster,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.