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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.