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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.