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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.