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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.