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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.