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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.