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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.