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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.