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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.