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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.