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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.