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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '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 Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.