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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
CMW,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.