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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Pole,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.