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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.