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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Evens to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Television,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.