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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.