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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.