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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.