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 Lille.
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 Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.