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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.