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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.