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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.