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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
CMW,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.