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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.