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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.