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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.