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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.