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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.