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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.