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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.