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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.