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 India and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Index,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.