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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.