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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
UT,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.