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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.