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 St Lucia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.