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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.