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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.