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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.