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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.