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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.