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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.