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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Model 500,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.