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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.