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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.