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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.