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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.