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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.