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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.