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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.