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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.