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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
10cc,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.