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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.