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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 John Lydon 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 Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.