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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.