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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.