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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.