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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.