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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
The Names,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.