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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.