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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.