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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Television,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.