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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.