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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Seeds 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.