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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.