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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Technova,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.