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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
10cc,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.