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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.