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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Evens,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.