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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.