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 China and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.