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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.