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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Victims,
June Days,
Hashim,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.