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 Morocco and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.