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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.