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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Saints,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.