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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.