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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.