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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.