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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.