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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.