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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Slits,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.