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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.