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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.