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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.