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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.