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 Thailand 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.