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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
DNA,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.