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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.