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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.