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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
The Move,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.