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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.