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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.