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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.