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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.