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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.