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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.