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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.