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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.