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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.