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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Shoche,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.