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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.