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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.