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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Doors,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.