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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.