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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.