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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Index,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.