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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.