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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.