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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.