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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.