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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.