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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.