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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.