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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.