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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.