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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.