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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Organ,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.