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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.