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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.