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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.