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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.