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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
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Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.