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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.