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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.