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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.