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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.