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 Niger 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.