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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.