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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.