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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.