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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.