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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.