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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.