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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.