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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Ronan,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.