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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
UT,
Mars,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.