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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.