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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.