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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.