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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bobby Womack 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.