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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.