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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.