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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.