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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.