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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.