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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.