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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Brick,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.