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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
The Standells,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.