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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 ABC to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.