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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.