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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.