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 India and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.