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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.