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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Index,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
The Gories,
Faust,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.