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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ronan to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.