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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.