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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.