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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.