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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Visage,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
The Move,
Chrome,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.