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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Swans,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.