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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.