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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.