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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Babytalk,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.