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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.