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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.