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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.