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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.