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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.