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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.