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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.