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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.