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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.