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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.