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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.