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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.