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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.