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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.