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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.