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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.