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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
MDC,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.