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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.