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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.