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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.