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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.