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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.