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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.