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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.