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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.