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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Television,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.