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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.