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 Philippines and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.