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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.