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 Comoros 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Oneida,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.