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 Togo 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.