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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.