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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.