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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.