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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.