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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.