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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
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.