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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
June Days,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.