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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.