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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.