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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.