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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.