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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.