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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.