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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.