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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.