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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.