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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.