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 Tonga 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.