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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.