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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.