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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.