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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.